Lovely Monsters Chapter 25

But it did not last long. The snarling Lion Head soon let out several angry-sounding breaths and left for another cabin.

Stacked Books pulled out a book again and showed it to Kim Heejo.

[“Don’t cut in line and stand in queue!”

An elderly woman shouted.

“There are people who have been waiting since dawn. The portion being distributed now belongs to those who came first, so those who arrived later, wait your turn!”]

It seemed to mean that because Stacked Books had made a prior claim, Lion Head did not intervene.

If so, would Stacked Books soon strip off his clothes? Kim Heejo, who had been gripping and releasing the sleeves of the white, clean clothes he had finally managed to wear, swallowed hard. Somehow, he began to feel dizzy. Fearing he might collapse and lean his body against Stacked Books, he braced himself with strength in both legs.

…It is better than Lion Head.

…It is better than the other monsters.

He tried desperately to think that way, but in the end, it was the same monster. Moreover, the painless pleasure he felt every time he was with Stacked Books terrified Kim Heejo in a different sense than being with Lion Head.

Because of this, his mind was complicated, but regardless, Stacked Books did not touch Kim Heejo, and so a relatively peaceful state continued where nothing happened. In the silence, only the periodic clattering sound of the train could be heard.

After some time passed, Kim Heejo began to feel sleepy. Just as he was about to lie down on the sofa to sleep, Stacked Books finally approached. This time, it took out the book at the very top and spread it before Kim Heejo’s eyes.

[“I want to explore this vast continent. It seems the space I have wandered so far is not even half of a half of this entire continent.”]

The long fingertip moved and pointed to the sentence at the very bottom.

[“However, since it is an unknown space that no one knows, I do not know if I am going well. What are your thoughts?”]

Kim Heejo reflexively bit his lip. What on earth was this monster. With what intention was it showing him this? When he stared intently at Stacked Books, Stacked Books seemed to be looking at Kim Heejo in the same way.

Just as the strange tension was about to drive his sleep away, Stacked Books closed the book and returned to its original place. Kim Heejo looked over that way for a moment, then soon covered himself up to the top of his head with the blanket and closed his eyes.

Since there is no clock here, it is impossible to know exactly how many hours he slept. However, perhaps because he had suffered through all sorts of labor since he was young, he could grasp the approximate sleep time by the feeling after waking up.

If he felt tired from the moment he opened his eyes and felt like he absolutely couldn’t get up, it was three hours; if he felt like he could get up while swearing, five hours; if he felt refreshed, nine hours; and if his back ached and his stomach felt stiff, twelve hours.

And currently, Kim Heejo’s condition was the same as when he woke up after nine hours of sleep. Yet, the eerie feeling he got as soon as he opened his eyes made the refreshment he felt for a moment vanish completely. It was because the door swung open and Statue entered.

As he had thought before, whether the ranks of the two monsters were the same, they seemed to be sharing some conversation by gazing at each other, just as it had been when Lion Head came. Stacked Books and Statue faced each other. At least the atmosphere was softer than when Lion Head had come, but cold sweat dripped from Kim Heejo as he watched.

Statue used Kim Heejo’s throat quite literally. As previous memories surfaced, his body trembled of its own accord. Even though he was dry-heaving, the monster thrust its fingers in, forced his mouth open, and the cock that entered battered his uvula repeatedly. The esophagus, forced to harbor the heavy mass, expanded to its limit, yet not a single breath could pass through. The thrusting applied in that state was no different from being struck in the throat.

…This was clearly a horrific memory no different from torture. However.

“….?”

Kim Heejo, feeling a sense of incongruity between his legs, faltered. Even before lowering his gaze, his two legs instinctively closed first, and strength entered the hands gripping the blanket.

In the midst of that, he was relieved that Statue had left, but Stacked Books approached close to Kim Heejo. Fearing that the fact he had an erection below might be discovered, Kim Heejo curled his body.

Stacked Books knelt in front of the sofa and held out an open book.

[“Yunwi, I really liked the times when I was happy with you without anything happening. To the point that I wanted to stay that way for a lifetime if possible.”

Kang Yunwi’s face contorted. Cheon Seoyeop burst into a bitter laugh.

“It became impossible to do that, so I had no choice but to make a selection. Please understand me.”

“……What do you mean?”

“You’re happy being with me now. That was something we absolutely had to do in order to be together.”]

It seemed to mean that Stacked Books was hoping for Kim Heejo’s understanding because it had to do a certain task, and that task was something that must be done to stay together.

What that “task that must be done” was was obvious in the end. The monsters always raped Kim Heejo. However, it seemed that the order was somewhat important among them, as even Lion Head had turned back when Stacked Books had made a prior claim. Though he had seemed dissatisfied.

However, seeing it act like that after meeting with Statue, it seemed it had heard something like “if you aren’t going to do anything, then get out of the way.”

[“Yes, that’s right. It was something that had to be done someday.”]

The fingertip repeatedly pointed to and emphasized the part ‘something that had to be done.’

“……So what is it. Are you saying you’re going to rape me because we have to stay like this?”

Stacked Books pulled its body back. Then it hurriedly took out a book.

[“Lubita, I will give you the best of the things I can give.”]

“….”

He’s really talking utter nonsense. A convulsion rose in Kim Heejo’s face, which failed to hide his emotions.

However, his body had not yet recovered. From the time he was violated by the black shadows, he ached here and there, and even though he had just woken up from sleep, fatigue crowded in heavily. He needed more rest to go to the front car. If he could buy more time in exchange for doing it with Stacked Books, it was not a bad deal.

Anyway, if he went elsewhere, he would be gang-raped by monsters, or else things like Chains, Statue, or Lion Head would pounce on him. Stacked Books was at least the best option.

…He had to think this way at the very least.

All sorts of complicated thoughts crowded into his mind, but he pushed them away with effort. Whatever the case, the most important thing was only the matter of going to the front car. He decided to think only about escaping from here.

Kim Heejo took off his clothes himself and pushed the blanket aside. Stacked Books took out a small glass bottle from its bosom, then poured the liquid flowing from it onto its palm. Since it was obvious what it would do with that, he turned his head away to avoid looking. He assumed it would go between his legs at best.

However, unexpectedly, the place Stacked Books’ hand touched was his shoulder.

“Wha, what? What is it?”

The flustered Kim Heejo tried to look at Stacked Books, who had gone behind him, but at that moment, the backrest of the sofa tilted backward, and he ended up lying down in a daze.

After that, absurdly, a massage followed. Stacked Books’ large hands gently stroked Kim Heejo’s neck and shoulders, and slowly began to descend toward the trapezius muscles while circling from the top. It was bewildering, but Kim Heejo’s physical condition was still not good. When he was gang-raped by monsters, he would become fine after sleeping and waking up, but after being violated by the black shadows, that was not the case. The scars from being burned with cigarettes still remained on the inside of his arms.

As if trying to relax that body, as Stacked Books gently caressed him, Kim Heejo’s body gradually began to release its tension. It didn’t hurt, and his heavy shoulders and neck felt like they were loosening up.

However, whenever those hands brushed past his ears, Kim Heejo reflexively closed his mouth and swallowed his spit. The ears were a sensitive area. Thus, whenever Stacked Books’ fingers or some part of its arm brushed them, he ended up reacting. Of course, just because such stimulation came didn’t mean he could tell Stacked Books to stop.

Even though it treated him favorably, the thing in front of him was ultimately a monster. There was no knowing when it might suddenly change. This behavior now might just be a simple whim or amusement. Kim Heejo squeezed his eyes shut.